"Roar!" The swung war hammer hit Manikati directly. Feeling the huge force coming from his hand, Vanerwei used the force to roll in the air and landed on the ground again.
"Damn elves!" Onavel looked at the deep cut on the war hammer. The surrounding cut steel even seemed to melt, and the magic pattern on the hit side was directly scrapped.
"Half-blood bastard!" Vanerwei looked at Onavel's face. His pointed ears and unique appearance showed that he had elven blood.
"I'll tear your thin arms and legs into pieces!"
"You dirty bastard, you really insult the bloodline of our elves!" Vanerwei looked unfriendly.
Almost every Elf King is a top-level professional of level 6, but the patriarch of the grassland elf tribe is obviously not an Elf King. Although he has the possibility of becoming an Elf King, because he does not have the nourishment of the magic well and the faith of the people, Vanerwei is now only a fourth-level high-level ranger.
Facing the fifth-level warrior Onavel, Vanerwei did not have the advantage, and was even at a disadvantage!
"Stop the Knights! I want to wipe out all these human infantry!" Seeing Roland charging like a knight again, Onavel obviously did not want to let the Knights successfully divide the battlefield, so he just sent out those unarmored cannon fodder to stop them.
Onavel understood that the Knights were now at the end of their strength. Looking at the flickering flames of war that enveloped them, he could tell that as long as they devoured this infantry, the Knights and the Dragon Riders would be harmless. Exchanging these ordinary orcs for the wealth and elite soldiers promised by Sauron would obviously be a lucrative business.
"It seems that you are the only defenders here? It will be just a matter of time before we can destroy your Lonely Mountain." The Orc King of the Wasteland laughed cruelly.
"The people of the grassland will not surrender! The glory of the elves still shines on us!" Vanerwei said bluntly.
"Long live Lagrande!"
"Long live the Empire!"
"Long live the King!"
"For our homeland!"
The numerous Lagran soldiers shouted! The glory and splendor of the empire still flowed in their blood, and united as one, they would be indestructible!
"King! Listen!" Renault, who had fiercely pulled the sword out of the orc's neck, suddenly looked relieved.
"We have never lost our glory! Renault!" Roland also heard the shouts from the lower-level soldiers.
"Knights! For Lagrande!" Roland roared.
"Kill! Long live Lagrande!"
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"Chase and kill!" A flash of fighting spirit appeared on Vanerwei's body, and he instantly appeared beside Onavelle, sweeping the Manikati in his hand instantly.
"Dang!" Ounaville reacted quickly and raised the hammer in his hand.
"Roar!" The dark red war hammer slammed heavily on the ground, and a shock wave spread out in all directions with the war hammer as the center.
Vanerwei tiptoed and instantly jumped into the air to avoid the shock wave.
"You can't beat me!" Onaville swung his war hammer and hit the Manicati in Vanerwei's hand again and again.
"Die!" Vanerwei roared, and a visible torrent of fighting spirit was infused into the war hammer, which then flew towards Vanerwei with a roar.
"Bang!" Manikati was pressed into an incredible angle, and Vanerwei was also shocked out.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Vanerwei. He was injured!
"You! Just a poor homeless guy! You are just a pathetic tramp! You are abandoned elves! Hahaha!" Onavelle laughed and sneered.
"Puff~" Van Erwei fell to one knee on the ground with a sword in one hand and the other hand supporting the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Van Erwei's consciousness gradually blurred. He vaguely saw his deceased parents, the dead tribesmen, and his ruined home... Yes! The grassland elves are abandoned elves... We have no home...
"I'm tired! Father!" In Vanerwei's eyes, his father was walking towards him step by step.
"I tried my best! King Roland..." Vanerwei could no longer support his heavy body, and his severe internal injuries made him fall into a coma.
"Tsk tsk tsk! What else can you do now?" Onaville licked the dark red blood stains on the war hammer and said ferociously.
"Whoosh~Bang!" A dragon lance fell from the sky and instantly hit Onavelle who had just stopped.
"Sin! Be punished!" Kaslo jumped down from the dragon's back with the mithril sword in his hand. Just now, Kaslo, who was killing orcs everywhere, discovered that Onavel had broken the shield formation and Vanerve had fallen to the ground. He hurried over to support. After a roar, Cardo suddenly sprayed a dragon breath carrying a torrent of wind elements towards Onavel.
Onavel rolled over several times to avoid the fatal blow, but the orc behind him was not so lucky. A bloody trail dozens of meters long extended from in front of Cardo.
"Dragon Knight!" Onavel gritted his teeth.
"May the Dragon God forgive you!" Kaslo said coldly after waving his hand to let the dragon rise into the air. Flying dragons are not as powerful as giant dragons. Even with the existence of dragon armor, they can still be killed by hidden arrows. Therefore, the dragon's battlefield is always in the sky! There are too many dangers on the ground.
"A mere knight wants to stop me?" Onavelle felt insulted!
"I have never been alone!" Caslo said angrily after looking at the knights who were still charging desperately and then at the light infantry behind him who had suffered heavy casualties.
"Let the dragon's wrath devour you!" The sword carrying the dragon's power stabbed straight at him. Onavel didn't dare to take it head-on. The power from the dragon directly suppressed the orc's bloodline. This was the pressure of blood!
"Roar!" The war hammer hit the mithril sword, causing it to deflect suddenly. The huge force even deflected Kaslo's lower body, causing his body to fall in the opposite direction of the force.
"Ah!" Ounaville, who was in a dominant position, continued to swing the hammer left and right, hitting Caslo back repeatedly.
"You have power but cannot use it, you are such a pathetic creature!" Onavelle said uncontrollably as he looked at Kaslo, who had powerful dragon fighting spirit but was beaten back repeatedly by him.
"Dragon Knight's secret technique: Gale Knight Cut!" Kaslo finally found the opportunity and activated the secret technique inherited from the Dragon Knight!
As Kaslo's wrist shook rapidly, green wind blades condensed in the void. They flew around the sword. As the wind blades became more and more, they slowly turned into a four-legged flying dragon that flew around Kaslo.
"Ang!" The wind blade dragon flew towards Onavelle following the guidance of Kaslo's long sword. The violent friction between the high-speed dancing wind element dragon and the air actually formed a dragon roar.
Ounaville narrowed his eyes, grabbed the orc beside him and threw him at the wind dragon. The violent wind element fluctuations directly tore the orc apart in mid-air. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ounaville dove into the crowd...
The next second, the wind dragon crashed down, and the area within a dozen meters was instantly covered in blood and flesh in a large number of flying wind elements.
"Die!" Onaville, who was hiding in the crowd, threw a battle axe while Caslo's old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet returned.
"Boom!" Caslo, who was barely able to resist, was thrown out by the huge force.
"Roar~Ah!" Roaring, Onavelle jumped down with his war hammer raised high.
"Dang!" The sound of metal clashing was heard, and a long sword burning with blazing flames blocked the hammer that was about to fall on Kaslo's head.
"You bastard, your opponent is me!" Van Erwei, who looked like a madman, grinned with his mouth full of blood.
